Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.